Always A Reason For The Pain [INVADERS]

Iza finished her jobs as she ripped in a swift but bloody way the wolf's throat, without a hint of shame or regrets, she was trained as an assassin. Taking someone's life was just part of the job, part of the life as a Shinobi. With now the dead wolf lying before her blood-stained paws, she cleaned her lips from the crimson substance. This was just one more kill to add on her extensive book of them, of silenced souls on her back.

But it seemed not only strangers perished in this battle, the white-coated man fell. A loss for a loss. Cold was her expression as she saw the scene, the boy crying for his father. This was a common sighting for her, already seeing things like this and thus she didn't feel grief nor sadness. That didn't return the dead back.

She sat down looking away, to give the boy space to grief, staying here to be in alert for more invasions.

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